Do you know what it’s like to lose someone that you love? Whether it’s your pet, friend, or family member. Do you know what it’s like to be told that you will never see them again? I know what it’s like to lose my friend, a member of my family, my Dog Summer.
It was a warm day; I just came back from swimming at my friend’s house. I had neither shirt, nor shoes on and water was still dripping from my swimming trunks. My mom and my sister were both outside silently together, but when they saw me they seemed to get even quieter than they were. They both looked at me and my sister, Jenna started to cry and got up to hug me. My sister hugging me? By this time I KNEW something was wrong. I went inside, no sign of my dog, not on her bed, not hearing her tail wagging and hitting the wall, like she would always do as a “Welcome back” even though I haven’t been gone longer than thirty minutes. That’s when it all came together
I was in my room crying, laying on my bed thinking about her until the sun disappeared behind the bright green mountains. Before she passed, she couldn’t move, she would just lie in her bed all day long, until one of us said “Squirrel!?” or “Want to go for a walk!?” But both my family and I knew that she was in pain and knew that this day had to come. We just tried not to think much of it. But after another day of non-stop thinking about my dog, I knew that she was no longer in pain and was in a better place.
Now I have found another dog, Skylar, named after her bright blue eyes that reminded me of the sky. But Summer will never be replaced and will always be remembered as that dog that, jumped into a bee hive, got into a couple fights with horses and loved her little ice cream shaped squeaky toy. This is how I know what it’s like to lose my friend, a member of my family, my dog summer.
It was a warm day; I just came back from swimming at my friend’s house. I had neither shirt, nor shoes on and water was still dripping from my swimming trunks. My mom and my sister were both outside silently together, but when they saw me they seemed to get even quieter than they were. They both looked at me and my sister, Jenna started to cry and got up to hug me. My sister hugging me? By this time I KNEW something was wrong. I went inside, no sign of my dog, not on her bed, not hearing her tail wagging and hitting the wall, like she would always do as a “Welcome back” even though I haven’t been gone longer than thirty minutes. That’s when it all came together
I was in my room crying, laying on my bed thinking about her until the sun disappeared behind the bright green mountains. Before she passed, she couldn’t move, she would just lie in her bed all day long, until one of us said “Squirrel!?” or “Want to go for a walk!?” But both my family and I knew that she was in pain and knew that this day had to come. We just tried not to think much of it. But after another day of non-stop thinking about my dog, I knew that she was no longer in pain and was in a better place.
Now I have found another dog, Skylar, named after her bright blue eyes that reminded me of the sky. But Summer will never be replaced and will always be remembered as that dog that, jumped into a bee hive, got into a couple fights with horses and loved her little ice cream shaped squeaky toy. This is how I know what it’s like to lose my friend, a member of my family, my dog summer.